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melodiesoflife2016-11-28 07:59 pm
water_meebo) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-11-28 07:59 pm
Entry tags:
some things can't be solved on your own.
Who: Mikleo, Lust, Edna, Lailah, Sorey & Whoever else has CR with Mikleo
Where: Palitutu’s Laboratory – Aqures Ixen
When: November 21st
What: After a lot of contemplations, Mikleo decides to face his other self in order to obtain more knowledge and control over everything that’s is going on.
Mikleo stood quietly in the room, looking rather torn between doing this and leaving it as is. For the longest time, he’s known that there were many things about himself that he kept under wraps. Some of which he’d never share with anyone here in Aqures Ixen and there are others that have been faced thanks to his friends and companions.
He didn’t know what to expect at this point. He only knew that whatever came from this, would be the answer to everything he wondered about. At least conquering a part of himself will help him move forward. He gripped his Crystal tightly for a long moment. Muse slowly lowered herself next to him and put her small paws on his shoulders, trying to comfort him in any way she could. As strange as it sounded, the moogle really did remind him of his mother. She had a gentle caring tone whenever she spoke with him and would drape blankets on him when he stayed overnight in the library.
The Water Seraph gave the moogle a small pat of reassurance before handing her his crystal.
“I’m ready.”
He mused softly. Once the Crystal was put down, and the process started, he was looking at himself, with the same physical appearance. The only difference with him was the color of his clothes were white and instead of his usually glowing purple eyes, it was a deep, almost ominous purple.
Except the ominous purple eyes, the other Mikleo only simply curls into himself in a corner of the room, not acknowledging anyone in particular. He had his hands tightly around his knees as his head is partially buried there.
”Tell them to go.”
It said bluntly, ”They need to leave.”
Mikleo is completely taken back by the words that were spoken to him. Was that really another version of himself?
“I can’t ask that of them. They’ve gone a long way to come here.”
”I don’t want them here. I don’t want to see them. I’ll only hurt them.”
Where: Palitutu’s Laboratory – Aqures Ixen
When: November 21st
What: After a lot of contemplations, Mikleo decides to face his other self in order to obtain more knowledge and control over everything that’s is going on.
Mikleo stood quietly in the room, looking rather torn between doing this and leaving it as is. For the longest time, he’s known that there were many things about himself that he kept under wraps. Some of which he’d never share with anyone here in Aqures Ixen and there are others that have been faced thanks to his friends and companions.
He didn’t know what to expect at this point. He only knew that whatever came from this, would be the answer to everything he wondered about. At least conquering a part of himself will help him move forward. He gripped his Crystal tightly for a long moment. Muse slowly lowered herself next to him and put her small paws on his shoulders, trying to comfort him in any way she could. As strange as it sounded, the moogle really did remind him of his mother. She had a gentle caring tone whenever she spoke with him and would drape blankets on him when he stayed overnight in the library.
The Water Seraph gave the moogle a small pat of reassurance before handing her his crystal.
“I’m ready.”
He mused softly. Once the Crystal was put down, and the process started, he was looking at himself, with the same physical appearance. The only difference with him was the color of his clothes were white and instead of his usually glowing purple eyes, it was a deep, almost ominous purple.
Except the ominous purple eyes, the other Mikleo only simply curls into himself in a corner of the room, not acknowledging anyone in particular. He had his hands tightly around his knees as his head is partially buried there.
”Tell them to go.”
It said bluntly, ”They need to leave.”
Mikleo is completely taken back by the words that were spoken to him. Was that really another version of himself?
“I can’t ask that of them. They’ve gone a long way to come here.”
”I don’t want them here. I don’t want to see them. I’ll only hurt them.”